Yesterday was a rather trying one for yours truly. First it was my site crashing at midnight. This made me rather unhappy. Awakening to find it was still down made me unhappier. Realizing however this was due to factors way beyond my control I decided to revisit one of my favorite places…

For starters, this is without argument the largest pot hole yours truly has ever laid eyes upon.

And of course there is the extensive array of empty liquor containers to be found at this location. I was particularly impressed with this 1.75 liter bottle of Hennessy. That stuff ain’t cheap! Arguably the most provocative part of my trek came to pass in a rather desolate part of Long Island City. It was there I was somewhat startled to hear someone shout:

Hey lady, why aren’t you in Greenpoint?

This came courtesy of the inimitable proprietress of Word Books: Christine Onorati. In any case (and without further ado) here are some highlights from my journey. NOTE/SPOILER: There’s some pretty neat street art at the end. Enjoy!

I will not lie to you, dear readers: I have had a rotten day. In fact, I have had a pretty rotten week. Getting “buzzed” while frantically trying to remove a surge protector and various extension cables as rain water was cascading upon them is not the way I like to start my morning. But after such an inauspicious start the day (or so I tell myself) can only get better. And it did! Which brings me to this.

Tony, a fellow Greenpointer and friend, writes:

I couldn’t figure out who to send this to…

You sent this to the right person, Tony. I really needed this bit of sophomoric humor/levity today. I can only hope to toss Al a rim shot (or two) of business by posting this! I mean, who wouldn’t want a rim job from a guy named Al in Mineola?